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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      CW_Network_RPF, Supernatural_RPF
  Relationship:
      Jensen_Ackles/Jared_Padalecki
  Additional Tags:
      Step-Sibling_Incest, Rimming, Object_Insertion
  Stats:
      Published: 2014-09-07 Words: 2298
****** know it while you have it ******
by riyku
Summary
     Jared can't wait for his stepbrother to get home from college, and
     it's not for any of the right reasons.
Notes
     written for the
     [http://l-stat.livejournal.net/img/community.gif?v=556?v=119.1]
smpc. Title kinda ganked from Burkowski.
"Stop pacing. It sounds like you're about to stomp through the ceiling up
there." Jared's stepmother's voice is muffled from below. "I'm not even going
to start worrying for another hour. He has a long drive."
Although there's no one there to see it, Jared rolls his eyes. She's been in
the kitchen all day and now the whole house smells like garlic mashed potatoes
and cornbread. Jensen's favorites.
Jared closes his door, clicks the lock and checks it twice. He kicks off his
shorts and throws himself on his bed, then reaches under the mattress to find
the lube and opens up his legs.
 
~*~*~*~
 
When Jensen's away, they keep contact to a minimum. It's Jared's choice really,
and selfish in the way that kid brothers are allowed to be. Talking to Jensen
while he's at school only points out how far away he is, reminds Jared that
he's still two months out from getting his driver's license and at least twice
as long as that before their folks will let him make the drive on his own. They
don't talk, barely write and never send pictures.
(Except for that one time, after a particularly vicious shouting match when
Jared had been caught red handed in the liquor cabinet and was feeling pathetic
and mildly drunk and really fucking lonely. Like he had a Jensen-shaped hole in
his chest, and it wasn't even all that obscene anyway, just a dark, grainy
photo from a screwed up angle that showed Jared's stomach and his hand shoved
into his boxers along with a short little caption that read wish you were here.
And two seconds after he'd hit send he'd regretted it, and a minute after that
Jensen had called and given him an ass reaming that went down in the history
books. Ripped him wide open then put him back together again, whispering sweet
and filthy in his ear until Jared had made a mess of his hand and his shorts).
Jared's on his feet as soon as he hears the car door slam, but pauses at the
top of the steps, hangs back, listening as his parents cluck and fuss over
Jensen. The house feels different already. More full. Better.
"Wow," Jensen says once Jared's made his slow way down the stairs, but Jared
barely hears him. He's too busy looking at Jensen. His hair has gotten a little
longer and he's skinnier, the angle of his jaw more sharp. Final exams must
have kicked his ass too. He looks beat, like he's got dirty thumbprints under
his eyes.
"Got into Dad's weight set, huh?" Jensen rubs his upper arms. His fingers trail
along Jared's biceps and sneak under the sleeves of his t-shirt. It's a small
caress, hidden in plain sight. It goes on longer than it should.
"Yeah, a little," Jared admits. His heart kicks up and his lungs can't figure
out how to work when Jensen pulls him in and hugs him tight.
"I missed you, kiddo," Jensen whispers. Normal on the surface, but there's a
low thrum beneath it that makes Jared's skin buzz.
"You have no idea," Jared says, just as soft.
 
~*~*~*~
 
All throughout supper Jared squirms in his seat, keyed up and half hard over
Jensen's proximity. His parents keep passing pleased, happy smiles back and
forth, glad to have both their boys at the table again.
They ask Jensen about classes, lacrosse, drop some not-so-gentle hints about
girls and Jensen keeps his mouth full enough to excuse his monosyllabic
answers, meets their questions with a series of grunts and shrugs. Jared keeps
his head down, tries to concentrate on his plate but then Jensen's foot finds
his under the table, toes wriggling against his ankle, begging attention and
Jared looks up to find Jensen catching a drip of butter on his thumb, licking
up the length of it before sucking it into his mouth. He keeps at it until
Jared inches his foot up the inside of Jensen's leg, because Jensen's a little
fucker and two can play at this game. Jared makes it all the way up to the bend
of Jensen's knee before Jensen jerks back, hides it with a huge, spine-cracking
stretch.
"I think I'll take a shower," Jensen announces as he pushes back from the
table. "I'm feeling dirty."
Twenty minutes later, Jared's up to his elbows in dishwater and Jensen wanders
into the kitchen, skin still warm from the shower and his hair all corkscrewed
and damp. He angles his body so no wandering eyes can see and fits his palm
over Jared's hip, slides it down, following the path where his thigh meets his
body.
"Did you do it?" Jensen asks.
Jared bites his bottom lip, shifts backward slightly against Jensen's crotch
and feels Jensen shiver. "Yeah. It's fucking tight."
Jensen sweeps Jared's hair away from the back of his neck and presses his lips
there, and now Jensen's not the only on who's shivering. "Does it feel good?"
"You're gonna feel better." Jared's hands are still buried underwater, clenched
into fists.
"Goddamn, brother mine," Jensen breathes, and lets his teeth graze Jared's skin
for just a second. Not nearly long enough.
"Go to bed early."
"You know it. The trip kicked my ass." Jensen's wearing a sly little smirk and
a flush that reaches all the way to the tips of his ears. It's a good look on
him.
 
~*~*~*~
 
"You still haven't talked them into a new bed, huh?" Jensen closes and locks
Jared's bedroom door soundlessly.
Jared's spread out on his bed in nothing but boxers, gone so hard so fast that
it actually aches the second he heard Jensen's footsteps in the hallway. The
behaviorists that he's been reading about in his psych class would have a field
day with him. He pulls his legs up, slips his hand into his boxers, moves it
against his cock and says, "I've been focusing all my efforts on bigger and
better. Like a car."
"Hey, I had to buy my own. Pay the insurance too. What makes you rank?" Jensen
chuckles, and Jared's not sure what it says about them that they can still talk
bullshit even as Jensen's stripping off his shirt, eyes glued to the slow
movement of Jared's hand.
"I'm the youngest. Their last chance to get it right."
Jensen frowns. "It's sound logic." He switches gears real quick when Jared
hooks a finger into the waistband of his shorts and tugs him in, pulls him
down.
The first kiss feels like a sigh of relief, slow and gentle, a small tease of
Jensen's tongue along the seam of Jared's mouth, Jensen's hand soft on Jared's
cheek.
Jared licks his lips and says, "You snuck a cigarette." Jensen's a warm
pressure all along his side, snugged in close in a bed that's not big enough
for the both of them.
"Asshole," Jensen says, but Jared forgives him the instant Jensen nips at his
earlobe, toys it between his teeth. "It was a couple of hours ago. Had to do
something while I waited for them to go to sleep. I brushed my teeth, and
anyway, when did you become such a prude?"
"I'm not a prude," he insists, and goes a step further to prove it, peels down
Jensen's shorts and wraps his fist around Jensen's dick, already stiff and
curved against his stomach. He's years past being shy around Jensen, the one
person who knows every single one of his dirty secrets and still loves him
anyway. Jared thinks that Jensen would probably say the same thing about him.
Hissing in a sharp breath, Jensen says, "No. Don't suppose you are." He starts
to buck into Jared's hand, tiny thrusts that pull up short every time the
mattress groans beneath them. "Is it still there? I wanna see it."
Jared answers him by kicking off his boxers. He pushes at at Jensen's shoulder
and urges him downward. Even in the dark, Jared sees Jensen's eyes go wide, his
mouth fall open, feels his whole body become taut where he's resting between
Jared's widespread knees.
"Fuck." Jensen kisses high up on Jared's thigh. He touches the base of the
plug, gives it a small, experimental tug that makes Jared spasm, dig his heels
into Jensen's ribs. "How did you even fucking walk?"
"Basically I didn't, just—" Jared cuts off when Jensen pulls on it again and
touches his rim, now all stretched out around the widest part. Jensen plays
with him, working the plug out until only the slim tapered end is still inside
then works it back in, and another minute of this and Jared might blow, finish
the night off before it's even really started.
"Kept on thinking about this," Jensen says, his voice ragged and deep. "The
whole ride. Had to pull over half way here and jack off. Almost had to do it
twice."
"Oh god," Jared moans, partially from the mental picture of Jensen hunched over
in his car with his dick in his hand and partially from the way that Jensen
dives down to nose at his balls, mouth at the sensitive skin behind them. All
at once Jensen pulls the plug out and puts his tongue there instead, wriggles
it inside. It's incredibly warm and wet and soft and immediately Jared's hips
clear the bed, his fists tangle in the blankets and he bites down hard on the
inside of his cheek, forcing himself to keep quiet.
"So hot," Jensen says once he takes his tongue back. "Love you like this, all
stretched out and wet." He crawls up Jared's body and kisses him again. It's
faintly chemical and slippery from the lube and his chin is sloppy with it, but
Jared doesn't mind it, likes the slick slide of their mouths together, the
impatient movement of Jensen's hands up and down his ribs.
"I kept on wishing it was you. All night long. Couldn't get it out of my head."
Jared scrabbles at Jensen's shoulders, squirms under Jensen in fitful little
bursts.
"Has there been anyone else?" Jensen's tone says that it's okay. He knows that
Jared's at the age where a stiff breeze hitting him in the right way can set
him off.
With a direct look, Jared shakes his head. He wants to tell Jensen that no one
else measures up, there's no one who smiles at him the right way or knows him
well enough or smells so goddamn good. He wants to tell Jensen that he's the
only one who gets it. They're brothers in every single way except for blood and
that doesn't make it worse. It only makes it better. Instead he reaches between
them and guides Jensen inside.
It's so easy, amazingly easy, the way his body opens up around Jensen, takes
him in. Really good straight away.
"Jared. Missed you so much," Jensen says against his mouth as he rolls his hips
back and fucks back in, slow, languid thrusts like they've got all the time in
the world and nothing to do but each other.
The solid weight of Jensen sinks him into the mattress and he's stuffed so full
with his brother he could fucking cry. He won't, but he could. Jensen's dick in
his ass and Jensen's tongue in his mouth and it's been so long since he's heard
the lazy sound of his name in Jensen's voice, so long since he's felt like
this, safe and secure in his own skin, loved and adored and above all
completely necessary.
Jared fights the drive to thrust himself up on Jensen's cock, to match his
movements, well schooled in the careful art of fucking your stepbrother with
your parents a few doors down the hall. He knows that it would have been safer
to wait, thinks that it would probably be easier to convince an alcoholic to
not jump into an ocean full of booze.
Even still, Jensen starts to grind harder into him, circle his hips in a way
that lights sparks all over Jared's skin and pushes Jared's orgasm right out of
him. He clamps his teeth down on Jensen's bottom lip, whines against it and
tightens his thighs around Jensen's waist, feels their stomachs get sloppy and
sticky with his spunk.
"Fuck, kid. I didn't even touch you," Jensen says, but Jared barely registers
it, intent on the hot pulse of Jensen's dick buried balls deep inside of him,
as if all of his senses are centered on the place they're connected. "I just…I
gotta…" Jensen pulls most of the way out and slams back home again, fucks into
him proper, mindless of the squawk of the bed and Jared's dazed, sex-fogged
groans. He gathers Jared up, arms like metal bands under Jared's back and
strains against him, breathing in wrecked little gasps as he comes, hips
stuttering through it, his face pressed into the crook of Jared's neck.
They're both become very quiet, trying to breath softly, listening for any sign
of movement in the house.
"That mighta gotten loud," Jared points out. The room smells like sweat and
spunk and there's no hiding it. If they're caught, then they're caught. The
thought is dangerous. Thrilling.
In the darkness, Jensen's smile is very bright. "I think we're safe." He
stretches, pushes Jared to his side to make more space in the bed.
"Shouldn't you go back to your room?"
Jensen hums, pulls Jared to him until his chest is pressed into Jared's back.
"I think I'll stay right here." He smiles against Jared's neck, slides his
fingers along the crease of Jared's ass, slips two of them inside and keeps
them there, hardly moving. "It's not like it's weird or anything. We're
brothers, right?"
 
--fin
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